Third-Person POV
The sun was fast setting, but not the complaints of Amalia. Her mood was cramped, just like the dingy apartment. It didn’t take long for Dante to start scheming his way out of her sight; her complaints were rather unbearable.
Meanwhile, within the heart of the city, the sun’s glow brought smiles to others. The yellow rays meant office hours were finally over, and as the rest of the employees packed up to leave, so did Adrain Voss. He picked up his phone, his jacket folded over his arm, and his steps strode carefully toward his wife’s office.
Emilia had her head buried in files. Her hair fell over her face, shielding her vision. She tugged it behind her ear for the hundredth time. Her lips pouted forward, her eyes narrowed, and her pen slowly found its way to her lips. S
